Speaker 1: What is your tender horror story? Story one. I used
Speaker 1: to work as a bartender, so I'd hear plenty of
Speaker 1: wild stories. One regular shared a particularly awful one about
Speaker 1: a tender date she had. The date wasn't ideal, but
Speaker 1: not bad enough to stop her from bringing him home.
Speaker 1: He left the next morning, and she brushed it off
Speaker 1: as a one night stand. A few days later, her
Speaker 1: debit card got declined, which was odd since she was
Speaker 1: good with her money and typically had plenty of savings. Curious,
Speaker 1: she checked her account and saw numerous charges at places
Speaker 1: like Best Buying grub Hub. Alarmed, she decided to check
Speaker 1: her credit card as well, only to find it was
Speaker 1: also riddled with unauthorized charges for streaming services like Netflix, Hulu,
Speaker 1: and others. She tried to confront the guy, but his
Speaker 1: profile had disappeared. Luckily, she remembered they had a mutual
Speaker 1: friend on Facebook. She reached out to this mutual friend,
Speaker 1: who revealed that he had done the exact same thing
Speaker 1: to her. While I don't know how it all ended,
Speaker 1: the girl was furious. What started as a mediocre hookup
Speaker 1: quickly turned into a serious case of identity theft.
Speaker 2: Story two.
Speaker 1: I once went on a date with a guy I
Speaker 1: didn't have much in common with, but I decided to
Speaker 1: give him a shot anyway. We met at a bar
Speaker 1: and he'd already down two pictures of beer. Oddly, he
Speaker 1: seemed completely sober. We hung out and talked, but I
Speaker 1: wasn't really feeling a connection. When I said I wanted
Speaker 1: to leave, he convinced me to grab one more drink
Speaker 1: at a different bar, since it was still early. Reluctantly
Speaker 1: I agreed. At the next bar, we sat down near
Speaker 1: a couple that was making out. He turned to me
Speaker 1: and asked what I thought people would do if we
Speaker 1: started making out too. I tried to laugh it off
Speaker 1: and made a lighthearted comment about no one caring. He
Speaker 1: insisted we should try it. Feeling uncomfortable, I excused myself
Speaker 1: to the restroom. When I came back, he had ordered
Speaker 1: a shot for me, just for me, and insisted I
Speaker 1: take it. I declined, and he got visibly upset, saying
Speaker 1: he was ready to leave. At that point, he had
Speaker 1: consumed two pictures of beer, four margaritas, and two pints,
Speaker 1: but showed no signs of intoxication. Concerned, I asked if
Speaker 1: he thought it was safe for him to drive. He
Speaker 1: became defensive and stormed off. Once I got home, I
Speaker 1: texted to make sure he got back safe, considering how
Speaker 1: much alcohol he'd consumed. His reply, I only date girls
Speaker 1: I sleep with on the first date, save to say
Speaker 1: I dodged a bullet with that. One story three, After
Speaker 1: a movie date with a guy I met on Tinder,
Speaker 1: we ended up back at my place let's call him Dude.
Speaker 1: I told him we could hang out for a bit,
Speaker 1: but I had work early in the morning and needed
Speaker 1: to go to bed soon. He agreed, but mentioned he
Speaker 1: was hungry and decided to order some food. Dude ordered
Speaker 1: two large subs and a milkshake, devoured them and didn't
Speaker 1: bat an I. I didn't think much of it at
Speaker 1: the time. Later, we fooled around and fell asleep. Around
Speaker 1: one am, I woke up to the sound of my
Speaker 1: front door opening and closing repeatedly. My dogs were barking,
Speaker 1: so I got up to investigate. I walked out to
Speaker 1: find the bathroom light on and the door wide open.
Speaker 1: There squatting over my toilet was Dude holding a stick
Speaker 1: and poking at a toilet bowl filled to the brim
Speaker 1: with murky brown water. Horrified, he shouted, stop looking at me,
Speaker 1: go back to bed. I've got it under control. Still
Speaker 1: half asleep, I couldn't process what was happening, and just
Speaker 1: nervously he yelled, why don't you have a plunger. I
Speaker 1: replied I've never needed one until now. He told me
Speaker 1: again to go back to bed, insisting he had it
Speaker 1: under control.
Speaker 2: Two.
Speaker 1: Disturbed and tired to argue, I went back to bed. Later,
Speaker 1: I heard him peek into my room, saying I fixed it,
Speaker 1: before leaving and slamming the door behind him. The next morning,
Speaker 1: I hesitantly checked the bathroom. The water level in the
Speaker 1: toilet had gone down, but I noticed something sticking out.
Speaker 1: Upon closer inspection, it was a broken stick. Using gloves, towels,
Speaker 1: and BBQ tongs, I removed about three feet of broken
Speaker 1: sticks from the toilet. It all made sense. He'd been
Speaker 1: going outside to find sticks, breaking them and trying again.
Speaker 1: The bathroom floor was covered in drips of toilet water,
Speaker 1: and he had left so quickly that he forgot his underwear, undershirt,
Speaker 1: and socks. After work, I went straight to the store
Speaker 1: and bought a plunger. Lesson learned story four. This one's
Speaker 1: not about me, but my dad and it's not tender
Speaker 1: but match dot com. My dad had been on Match
Speaker 1: for about three months, and being a tall, decent looking
Speaker 1: Australian man, he had garnered some attention. One weekend, he
Speaker 1: received his first ever unsolicited nude photo. He found it
Speaker 1: strange but decided to brush it off. Later that week,
Speaker 1: the same woman sent him six more nudes before blocking her.
Speaker 2: He decided to open them out of curiosity.
Speaker 1: Five of the pictures were poorly lit, unappealing close ups
Speaker 1: of her private parts. However, the sixth picture was unique.
Speaker 1: In the photo, the woman stood in front of a mirror,
Speaker 1: wearing just a bra and winking with various herbs like Basil,
Speaker 1: Parsley and time shoved into her bra the caption spice rack.
Speaker 1: After laughing uncontrollably, my dad finally blocked her. Story five.
Speaker 1: This happened when I had just started dating again after
Speaker 1: a rough breakup from a three year relationship. At twelve
Speaker 1: forty five am, I got a message from a Tinder
Speaker 1: match asking what I was up to. She then invited
Speaker 1: me to hang out. It felt a bit late, but
Speaker 1: I thought why not. I'm single in my twenties, might
Speaker 1: as well take opportunities. She offered to pick me up,
Speaker 1: so I got ready, put on cologne, a nice shirt,
Speaker 1: the works. When her car arrived, I noticed she was
Speaker 1: in the passenger seat while her friend was driving. A
Speaker 1: bit odd but not completely unreasonable. I got in and
Speaker 1: asked which club we were going to. We're not going
Speaker 1: out out, just out, she replied, Feeling uneasy. I asked
Speaker 1: where are we going? Just into town? She said. We
Speaker 1: ended up at a parking lot under a bridge. They
Speaker 1: cranked up the radio, started chatting about the most mundane
Speaker 1: topics and barely included me in the conversation. Then the
Speaker 1: driver pulled out a giant bottle of chocolate milk and
Speaker 1: started drinking it. After about fifteen minutes, they got out
Speaker 1: of the car to smoke. My tinder match was wearing
Speaker 1: fluffy white slippers that lit up with every step. At
Speaker 1: that point, I decided I'd had enough. I appreciate you
Speaker 1: picking me up, but this really isn't my scene. I'm
Speaker 1: going to head out have a good night. They were offended,
Speaker 1: but I didn't care. Story six. A girl invited me
Speaker 1: to what she called a work party at her house
Speaker 1: and said it was byob I brought a six pack
Speaker 1: and headed over thinking it'd be a casual gathering. When
Speaker 1: I arrived, I noticed that most of the guests were
Speaker 1: teenagers seventeen eighteen years old, even though the girl and
Speaker 1: I were both twenty one. Soon everyone was gathered in
Speaker 1: the living room, where the party turned into a pitch
Speaker 1: meeting for a pyramid scheme. The group leaders started telling
Speaker 1: sob stories and boasting about how much money they'd made,
Speaker 1: claiming they could help others earn millions in no time.
Speaker 1: At one point, he pointed to his BMW three series
Speaker 1: outside and said it was a company car that anyone
Speaker 1: could earn if they worked hard enough. I sat there
Speaker 1: for two hours, the only one drinking, because I thought
Speaker 1: it'd be rude to leave during their stories. Finally I'd
Speaker 1: had enough. When the girl asked what I thought of
Speaker 1: the presentation, I said it's not for me.
Speaker 2: I'm leaving.
Speaker 1: She asked if I wanted to take my beer, but
Speaker 1: I told her they needed it more than I did.
Speaker 1: Weeks later, she texted me asking if the group leader
Speaker 1: could call me to discuss why I wasn't interested. He did, and,
Speaker 1: after repeatedly pushing me to join, I had to firmly
Speaker 1: tell him to back off. Looking back I wish I'd
Speaker 1: stood up during the pitch, chugged my beer and said,
Speaker 1: this is nonsense, don't ruin your lives. But alas, that's
Speaker 1: just a daydream. Story seven, I've got one where I
Speaker 1: was the Nightmare Date. I met a girl from Tinder
Speaker 1: at a Cajun restaurant in Dallas. Before the date, I
Speaker 1: decided to try cretum, a supplement i'd recently read about
Speaker 1: that supposedly makes you feel relaxed and euphoric. The first
Speaker 1: time I tried it, I didn't feel anything, so I
Speaker 1: figured i'd double the dose this time. I wrapped a
Speaker 1: large amount of credum powder and deli meat and swallowed
Speaker 1: it before heading to the date. I felt fine until
Speaker 1: I sat down with her. Suddenly I realized I was
Speaker 1: seconds away from violently vomiting. I excused myself, but as
Speaker 1: I walked toward the restroom, I started choking and spewing
Speaker 1: vomit everywhere. I covered my mouth with my hands, leaving
Speaker 1: a trail of vomit all the way to the bathroom.
Speaker 1: Once inside, I projectile vomited into the trash can and
Speaker 1: spent several minutes cleaning myself up. Mortified, I returned to
Speaker 1: the table and somehow survived the rest of the date,
Speaker 1: though I felt like the biggest idiot. Lesson learned, don't
Speaker 1: experiment with substances before a first date. Story eight. I
Speaker 1: matched with a girl and we started messaging. Later that night,
Speaker 1: we had a great phone conversation and I asked her
Speaker 1: out for the next evening. She agreed, but then mentioned
Speaker 1: she had something to tell me. She was permanently in
Speaker 1: a wheelchair. At that moment, I felt stuck. Backing out
Speaker 1: would make me feel like a jerk, and leading her
Speaker 1: on wasn't right either, but I figured why not, It's
Speaker 1: just a date and it could still be fun. The
Speaker 1: next morning, she called me early and told me she
Speaker 1: was doing something crazy, but wouldn't say what. A few
Speaker 1: hours later, she sent me a photo her wrist with
Speaker 1: my name tattooed on it. I was stunned and immediately
Speaker 1: told my friends about it. Despite my reservations, I decided
Speaker 1: to go on the date because I was curious about
Speaker 1: the tattoo and thought I should at least give it
Speaker 1: a chance. On the way to her place, I realized
Speaker 1: my car might not accommodate her wheelchair. Since I knew
Speaker 1: she drove, I asked if she could drive instead. When
Speaker 1: she pulled up, I got in her car and noticed
Speaker 1: it wasn't handicapped enabled. Instead, she used two crutches, one
Speaker 1: for the gas and one for the break. We were
Speaker 1: driving on the southern California freeways in traffic, and I
Speaker 1: was silently praying the entire time. During she got a
Speaker 1: call from her ten year old daughter, who was scared
Speaker 1: because she'd been left home alone. I suggested we go back,
Speaker 1: but she said it's fine. I gave her something to
Speaker 1: make her sleep, she'll be out soon. At that point,
Speaker 1: I decided to skip the movie and head back. On
Speaker 1: the drive home, she casually said, wow, I'm kind of
Speaker 1: drunk after having only one drink. She refused to let
Speaker 1: me drive and floored it, using her crutch to hit
Speaker 1: the gas. I said a few prayers, but we eventually
Speaker 1: made it back to her place in one piece. I
Speaker 1: helped her back to her door, said goodbye, and vowed
Speaker 1: never to see her again. For the record, the tattoo
Speaker 1: was real. Story nine. I matched with a cute girl
Speaker 1: a few years ago and we went out for drinks.
Speaker 1: Things were going well, so we decided to grab a
Speaker 1: six pack and head to the beach to stargaze and makeout. Somehow,
Speaker 1: we ended up on a stolen sailboat at two am
Speaker 1: with her ex, an old drunken boat repairman who had
Speaker 1: stolen the boat by making copies of the keys, and
Speaker 1: her dog. After thirty minutes of arguing with her ex,
Speaker 1: she blacked out and fell asleep. Meanwhile, her dog was terrified,
Speaker 1: running around the boat and pooping everywhere. Her ex, tripping
Speaker 1: on acid, started yelling at me, telling me I had
Speaker 1: to take care of her and never hurt her. Then
Speaker 1: he ran to the bow of the boat to finish
Speaker 1: his trip. The old drunken boat thief he was just chilling,
Speaker 1: drinking vodka straight from the bottle. I gave up, cleaned
Speaker 1: up after the dog, brought it inside the cabin, and
Speaker 1: went to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to
Speaker 1: her and her ex screaming at each other about some
Speaker 1: car crash. The old boat thief had disappeared, and I
Speaker 1: had no idea where I'd parked my car. I quietly left,
Speaker 1: grabbed some coffee and breakfast, and wandered the harbor until
Speaker 1: I found my car. I never spoke to her again,
Speaker 1: but I didn't delete tender either. Story ten I matched
Speaker 1: with a guy and we decided to meet halfway at
Speaker 1: a beach pier. Before the date, we'd been texting and
Speaker 1: he seemed normal. When I got to the pier, he
Speaker 1: texted me saying he couldn't make it because his license
Speaker 1: was revoked. Instead, he asked me to meet him at
Speaker 1: a pizza place closer to him. I should have left then,
Speaker 1: but I didn't. When I arrived, I saw him and
Speaker 1: immediately realized his photos were three five years old. He
Speaker 1: looked like a greasy, unkempt version of himself, with holes
Speaker 1: in his shirt and messy hair. I awkwardly gave him
Speaker 1: a side hug, and he said, Oh, no, we're not
Speaker 1: getting pizza. Let's go to the park. At the park,
Speaker 1: he pulled me onto his lap before I could sit
Speaker 1: down and said, God, baby girl, you're so cute. I
Speaker 1: scooed it away, trying to start a conversation, but he
Speaker 1: pulled out his phone and started texting. A few minutes later,
Speaker 1: he interrupted me, asking if I smoked. He suggested we
Speaker 1: go back to his place for a bowl, but I declined. Ah,
Speaker 1: come on, baby girl, my place is right there. We
Speaker 1: could have some fun too, he said. When I declined again.
Speaker 1: He pulled me close by the face, whispered, you're so innocent,
Speaker 1: and licked my face from chin to ear. I was
Speaker 1: so shocked. I just sat there for a moment. Then
Speaker 1: I faked an urgent phone call and left Story eleven.
Speaker 1: It was my first time using dating apps in three
Speaker 1: four years. I matched with a Chinese guy who seemed
Speaker 1: really nice, and his pictures made him look very handsome.
Speaker 1: We talked consistently for about a week, and I liked
Speaker 1: him a lot based on our conversations. When he asked
Speaker 1: me to meet up, I agreed. When we met, he
Speaker 1: looked nothing like his pictures. Later I found out he
Speaker 1: had been using photos of Godfrey Goo instead of his own.
Speaker 1: He admitted he did it because he thought he was
Speaker 1: too ugly. I should have left then, but I didn't.
Speaker 1: We talked and he suggested going for a walk in
Speaker 1: a park just down the road.
Speaker 2: I naively agreed.
Speaker 1: I got into his car, a huge mistake, and instead
Speaker 1: of going down the road, he drove twenty five thirty
Speaker 1: minutes to another city. He said there was a nice
Speaker 1: trail there, so I reluctantly went along, but instead of
Speaker 1: taking a walk, he parked and started kissing me. Then
Speaker 1: he began groping me. I was terrified. When I refused
Speaker 1: to get in the back seat, he dragged me out
Speaker 1: of the car and forced me into the back I
Speaker 1: kept saying no, but he wouldn't stop. I'll never forget
Speaker 1: his words. I've never been with a white girl before.
Speaker 1: He assaulted me, but I managed to fight him off,
Speaker 1: force the door open, and grab my purse from the
Speaker 1: front seat. I ran down the road until I found
Speaker 1: a car with a high school girl inside. I begged
Speaker 1: her to pretend we were friends. She called nine hundred
Speaker 1: and eleven and let me into her car, locking the doors.
Speaker 1: The guy came looking for me, screaming for me to
Speaker 1: come back, but the girl convinced him we were best
Speaker 1: friends and he left. The police arrived, took my statement
Speaker 1: and helped me gather myself. I've never told anyone until now.
Speaker 1: At the time, I had just ended a three year
Speaker 1: relationship after catching my boyfriend in bed with my best friend.
Speaker 1: I guess I was looking to feel something or be
Speaker 1: seen as attractive. I learned my lesson always verify who
Speaker 1: you're meeting and be cautious. Story twelve. This happened on
Speaker 1: bumble but here it is anyway, there was a guy
Speaker 1: I used to work with two years ago who I
Speaker 1: had a big crush on. He quit shortly after I started,
Speaker 1: but he'd occasionally come by to visit his sister, who
Speaker 1: still worked there. A year ago, I found him on
Speaker 1: bumble and we matched. I made the first move and
Speaker 1: we went on a date A week later. We hooked
Speaker 1: up that night, and he specifically asked me not to
Speaker 1: tell his sister. Afterward, he ghosted me, occasionally hitting me
Speaker 1: up for casual hookups, which I avoid.
Speaker 2: Because I wanted something serious.
Speaker 1: Fast forward a month and I started seeing someone new
Speaker 1: who was interested in a serious relationship. When I told
Speaker 1: the first guy, he snapped, called me rude names, and
Speaker 1: claimed I wasn't special. Classic nice guy behavior. For eight months,
Speaker 1: he would show up at my workplace to see if
Speaker 1: I was there, and he kept making fake accounts to
Speaker 1: message me. I blocked every one of them, but he
Speaker 1: wouldn't stop. Eventually, I told his sister what was going on,
Speaker 1: even though I was scared she might defend him. To
Speaker 1: my relief, she took my side. She even told their
Speaker 1: mom and they both scolded him. After that, he finally
Speaker 1: left me alone. Story thirteen. I worked at a sushi
Speaker 1: restaurant during college. One night, during a busy dinner shift,
Speaker 1: an attractive guy and his friend came in. Despite the rush,
Speaker 1: I gave them great service and they tipped extremely well.
Speaker 1: Later that night, I was relaxing at home swiping through
Speaker 1: Tinder when I saw the same guy. He was hard
Speaker 1: to miss because of his distinctive tattoos and memorable tip.
Speaker 1: I swiped right, passed out, and woke up the next
Speaker 1: morning to see that we met. He sent some sweet
Speaker 1: messages and we started texting. Turns out he was only
Speaker 1: in town for business, but he asked me out to
Speaker 1: dinner at a fancy French restaurant. My roommates encouraged me,
Speaker 1: with the help of mimosas to go, so I agreed.
Speaker 1: He was oddly insistent on picking me up, but I
Speaker 1: refused and told him i'd cancel if I couldn't drive myself.
Speaker 1: He backed down and we met at the restaurant. The
Speaker 1: date started normal enough. He ordered a two hundred dollars
Speaker 1: bottle of wine, lobster, and an extravagant meal, totaling around
Speaker 1: six hundred dollars. As he drank more, he admitted he
Speaker 1: was married, but claimed it was an open relationship. I
Speaker 1: didn't believe him, so he called his wife, showed her
Speaker 1: my picture, and put her on speaker. She confirmed everything
Speaker 1: and even suggested I join them for a threesome at
Speaker 1: their home in Cancun. I was overwhelmed with red flags
Speaker 1: and decided to leave. Before I could, he revealed he
Speaker 1: made his money through a drug cartel, claiming it was
Speaker 1: all safe. I excused myself and headed for my car,
Speaker 1: but he followed, trying to convince me to come to
Speaker 1: his hotel. He even showed me pictures of his wife,
Speaker 1: who was undeniable attractive. When I refused, he said I
Speaker 1: at least owed him something for spending so much on dinner,
Speaker 1: and tried to force a kiss. I managed to get away,
Speaker 1: but I was terrified he might follow me home. I
Speaker 1: drove around for a while and ended up spending the
Speaker 1: night at a friend's house with male roommates just in case.
Speaker 1: I deleted Tinder the next day and never looked back.
Speaker 1: In hindsight, I wonder if it was part of a
Speaker 1: human trafficking scheme. Either way, it was terrifying. Story fourteen.
Speaker 1: I went on a Tinder date a few months ago
Speaker 1: around October and it went really well. She was cute,
Speaker 1: had a job, and seemed sane. We hit it off
Speaker 1: and planned a second date. However, for the second date,
Speaker 1: she invited me to her Thanksgiving party to meet her
Speaker 1: friends and family. It felt too soon, but I didn't
Speaker 1: have other plans, so I agreed. My job for the
Speaker 1: party was to make jungle juice. I used my trusty
Speaker 1: college recipe, ever clear Hawaiian punch, lemonade, powder, and ice.
Speaker 1: The drink was a hit and everyone got drunk Toward
Speaker 1: the end of the night. My date and her friends
Speaker 1: complimented the drink and mentioned they loved the fruit. I
Speaker 1: added that comment didn't sit well with me, so I
Speaker 1: went to investigate. Using a ladle, I scraped the bottom
Speaker 1: of the canister and found chunks of meat and pieces
Speaker 1: of ramen. That's when I realized someone had puked in
Speaker 1: the jungle Juice story fifteen, During my sophomore year of college,
Speaker 1: I matched with a girl who was a junior or
Speaker 1: senior at the same school. The first time we hung out,
Speaker 1: we just watched Netflix at her place and got along
Speaker 1: really well. I thought we might have something special. We
Speaker 1: kept texting and planned to hang out again. The following weekend,
Speaker 1: out of nowhere, she started sending me unsolicited nudes. I
Speaker 1: hadn't asked for them, but as a young college guy,
Speaker 1: I wasn't complaining. When she came over to my apartment,
Speaker 1: she asked if she could stay the night. Given the
Speaker 1: context of the nudes, I assumed her intentions were clear.
Speaker 1: She asked me to sleep in the bed with her,
Speaker 1: so I knew things were on. We ended up hooking
Speaker 1: up and I used a condom afterward. I tossed it
Speaker 1: to the side of the bed. A few minutes later,
Speaker 1: she got up, grabbed the condom, and ran to the bathroom.
Speaker 1: I heard a loud crash and her yell. F Concerned,
Speaker 1: I asked if she was okay, but she didn't respond.
Speaker 1: I opened the bathroom door and saw her standing in
Speaker 1: my shower, one leg propped up, trying to shove the
Speaker 1: condom flipped inside out into herself. Shocked, I immediately closed
Speaker 1: the door. She came out a few moments later, embarrassed
Speaker 1: and said she was leaving. I never heard from her again.
Speaker 1: Story sixteen. I went on a date with an Australian
Speaker 1: woman who had just moved to my city two weeks earlier.
Speaker 1: And didn't know anyone. Our first date at a pub
Speaker 1: went fine. She talked a lot, but we got along.
Speaker 1: For the second date, she suggested a budget pub because
Speaker 1: she hadn't been paid yet. Afterwards, she wanted to see
Speaker 1: live music, so I took her to a cool venue
Speaker 1: about thirty minutes away. The band was great, but she
Speaker 1: annoyed everyone there, including the band's girlfriends. One't even asked me,
Speaker 1: are you seeing the red flags yet? Trying to salvage
Speaker 1: the night, I suggested we head back to our neighborhood.
Speaker 1: On the way, she wanted to stop at a popular
Speaker 1: osc KEI we hang out bar, but it was closed.
Speaker 1: A group of people invited us for drinks elsewhere, but
Speaker 1: she said I need a piss first. She insisted on
Speaker 1: peeing in an alley, so I stood guard. Then I
Speaker 1: heard something hit the ground. She said, Oh, did I
Speaker 1: just shna? I don't think, so I turned around to
Speaker 1: see a fluorescent colored splat of diarrhea on the ground. Panicked,
Speaker 1: she grabbed the plastic wrap from a CD she just
Speaker 1: bought and tried to clean herself. It wasn't absorbent, just
Speaker 1: smeared things around. I offered to call her a cab,
Speaker 1: but she declined and said we should go find those
Speaker 1: people to drink with. I declined, kissed her goodbye, and
Speaker 1: she walked off. I couldn't stop thinking about how those
Speaker 1: guys might have been in for a nasty surprise if
Speaker 1: she did find them.
Speaker 2: Story seventeen.
Speaker 1: I had a couple of interesting experiences with match dot
Speaker 1: Com when I was single. The first guy seemed nice
Speaker 1: at first, but was a bit controlling. On the first date,
Speaker 1: he decided everything without asking my opinion. I figured maybe
Speaker 1: he just misread me, as some girls like dominant personalities,
Speaker 1: so I agreed to a second date. However, he refused
Speaker 1: to tell me where we were going other than London.
Speaker 1: When I explained I needed to know for safety and
Speaker 1: what to wear, he got upset and insisted I wear
Speaker 1: a dress, which I never do. When I refused, he
Speaker 1: became hostile, calling me a stuck up b asterisk asterisk,
Speaker 1: gastersk gasterisk and a cock ts. I blocked him immediately.
Speaker 1: The second guy was just plain rude. During the date,
Speaker 1: I joked about having a big butt. I was up
Speaker 1: front in my profile about being a UK size fourteen sixteen,
Speaker 1: and he deadpan replied yes. I noticed He chewed gum
Speaker 1: the entire time and stuck it to a side plate
Speaker 1: for the waitress to clean. When we bumped into a
Speaker 1: drunken coworker of mine, who enthusiastically praised me, he shrugged
Speaker 1: and turned his back on him. I ended the date early,
Speaker 1: and as I walked away, he tried to shoulder bump
Speaker 1: me but missed. I blocked and reported him to match
Speaker 1: Story eighteen. I matched with a girl and everything seemed
Speaker 1: to be going well. She invited me over, and one
Speaker 1: thing led to another. We ended up sleeping together. We
Speaker 1: agreed to keep seeing each other. A couple of days later,
Speaker 1: I got a call from a guy asking if i'd
Speaker 1: been with her. It turned out he was her boyfriend. Shocked,
Speaker 1: I apologized and explained that I had no idea she
Speaker 1: was in a relationship. He seemed calm and said it
Speaker 1: was okay. I immediately told the girl what had happened.
Speaker 1: About an hour later, I started receiving texts from the
Speaker 1: boyfriend threatening to f me up with his friends. Confused,
Speaker 1: I asked what I'd done wrong. It turned out the
Speaker 1: girl had lied and told him I'd assaulted her. Furious,
Speaker 1: I called her and told her to tell the truth
Speaker 1: or I'd go to the police with our messages as proof.
Speaker 1: A few days later, the boyfriend apologized, saying she had
Speaker 1: finally admitted to lying. We both got played and I
Speaker 1: haven't heard from either of them since. Story nineteen. I
Speaker 1: met a girl I thought I could marry. On our
Speaker 1: first date, we walked a nearby trail and had a
Speaker 1: great time. It started raining, and since my mom lived nearby,
Speaker 1: the girl suggested we go there. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward
Speaker 1: at all. My mom liked her, and we all had
Speaker 1: dinner together. Later, when my mom went upstairs, the girl
Speaker 1: kissed me on the landing. The next time we met,
Speaker 1: we slept together. Everything seemed perfect. I had to go
Speaker 1: away for work for a bat a month, and she
Speaker 1: assured me it wasn't a problem. When I returned, we
Speaker 1: went on holiday together and it was magical. I was
Speaker 1: completely in love with her. After the trip, I dropped
Speaker 1: her off at her stop on the train and said goodbye.
Speaker 1: That was the last time I saw her. She texted
Speaker 1: me later saying she needed space. I respected her wishes,
Speaker 1: but when I asked her out again after some time,
Speaker 1: she said she had moved on. We dated for six
Speaker 1: months and I still don't know what I did wrong.
Speaker 1: I think about her every day. Story twenty A friend
Speaker 1: of mine from the military had a horrifying tender experience.
Speaker 1: She chatted with a guy for a few days and
Speaker 1: everything seemed normal. He invited her to a bar for drinks,
Speaker 1: and there were no red flags at first. During the date,
Speaker 1: the question started getting unusually personal, like what are your
Speaker 1: childhood traumas and what's your first s memory. Despite this,
Speaker 1: he seemed charming and she decided to go back to
Speaker 1: his place. While she was in the bathroom, she heard
Speaker 1: strange noises. Peeking into the room, she saw him covering
Speaker 1: the walls and floors with plastic sheets. She immediately excused
Speaker 1: herself and left, calling the police. The authorities later confirmed
Speaker 1: he was a potential serial killer in the making. My
Speaker 1: friend is still deeply shaken by the experience. Story twenty one.
Speaker 1: The first red flag was that he didn't look much
Speaker 1: like his photos. He had clearly gained a good amount
Speaker 1: of weight since they were taken. Still, I decided not
Speaker 1: to judge him for that alone. As soon as we
Speaker 1: started talking, he brought up his ex wife. Oddly, he
Speaker 1: kept referring to her as his wife in the present tense.
Speaker 1: I had to clarify multiple times to ensure they were
Speaker 1: actually divorced. Despite this strange behavior, we got along well
Speaker 1: and I was having a good time. Eventually, he rolled
Speaker 1: up his sleeves to show me his arms, which were
Speaker 1: covered in gnarly track marks. He told me he'd been
Speaker 1: clean for six months, but admitted to a history of
Speaker 1: severe addiction, including multiple overdoses. I knew I wouldn't see
Speaker 1: him again, but I ended up going back to his
Speaker 1: place anyway. While there, he mentioned that he kept hero
Speaker 1: stashed away just in case. I convinced him to flush it,
Speaker 1: which he reluctantly did. He texted me the next morning,
Speaker 1: thanking me profusely. It was a wild experience, but I'm
Speaker 1: glad I was able to help. In a small way.
Speaker 1: Story twenty two, I matched with a super cute girl
Speaker 1: on Tender, and after a few days of messaging, we
Speaker 1: made plans for dinner. She told me to look for
Speaker 1: a woman in a red dress. So I was pretty
Speaker 1: nervous but also excited. I double checked everything before heading out, hair, breath, teeth,
Speaker 1: even condoms, just in case. When I arrived at the restaurant,
Speaker 1: I started looking for her. The hostess offered to seat me,
Speaker 1: but I declined, saying my date is waiting for me.
Speaker 1: After searching, I turned a corner and saw a table
Speaker 1: full of my friends laughing and recording my reaction. I
Speaker 1: realized I'd been catfished by my own boys. At the time,
Speaker 1: I was traumatized, but they bought me a beer and
Speaker 1: we laughed about it. Story twenty three. I went on
Speaker 1: a great dinner date with a guy. He was interesting.
Speaker 1: We had good conversation, and I felt like he might
Speaker 1: be looking for something serious. We didn't hook up immediately,
Speaker 1: which made me feel hopeful. For our second date, we
Speaker 1: planned a hike. I offered to drive and picked him up,
Speaker 1: but he seemed different. He barely spoke and was glued
Speaker 1: to his phone the entire ride, which was super annoying.
Speaker 1: At the waterfall, things got a bit more physical. We
Speaker 1: kissed and I was ready to take things to the
Speaker 1: next level. He invited me back to his place and
Speaker 1: I agreed. When we got there, I noticed ten to
Speaker 1: fifteen opened condom wrappers on his bedside table, with more
Speaker 1: in the trash. I don't know why, but I still
Speaker 1: hooked up with him. The s wasn't even worth it. Afterward,
Speaker 1: He immediately went back to his phone, and I made
Speaker 1: an excuse to leave. I later texted him saying I
Speaker 1: wasn't in the right headspace to date, but would be
Speaker 1: open to being friends. He left me on Reed. A
Speaker 1: month later, he replied, accusing me of taking advantage of
Speaker 1: him and trying to guilt trip me. I called him
Speaker 1: out for being rude on the date and for the
Speaker 1: disgusting state of his room. He left me on read again,
Speaker 1: and I never heard from him after that story. Twenty four,
Speaker 1: A couple of years ago, I got hardcore catfished on Tinder.
Speaker 1: The girl's photos weren't just edited, they didn't seem to
Speaker 1: be of her at all. We matched and the conversation
Speaker 1: quickly turned to her inviting me over to watch movies.
Speaker 1: I agreed, got her address and drove about fifteen minutes
Speaker 1: to her apartment complex. When I arrived, a very large,
Speaker 1: unkempt woman in pajama clothes opened the door. At first,
Speaker 1: I thought she might just be a roommate or friend,
Speaker 1: but then she said, how is the drive. That's when
Speaker 1: it hit me this was my tender date. Still in denial,
Speaker 1: I followed her into the apartment, which was a disaster,
Speaker 1: empty pizza boxes, coke bottles, and dirty laundry everywhere. I
Speaker 1: stayed for about ten minutes out of politeness, but when
Speaker 1: she said you want to go lay down, I made
Speaker 1: an excuse about needing to eat lunch and left. It
Speaker 1: was awkward and embarrassing, but I learned to be more
Speaker 1: cautious about who I meet online story twenty five. Back
Speaker 1: in twenty twelve, I tried online dating for the first
Speaker 1: time and signed up for Plenty of Fish early on
Speaker 1: a Sunday morning. Almost immediately I got a bunch of messages.
Speaker 1: One of them stood out a thirty one year old
Speaker 1: lawyer with no kids and never married. She said my
Speaker 1: profile made me seem fun and nice and asked if
Speaker 1: I'd like to go to church with her that morning.
Speaker 1: I wasn't too keen on church for a first date,
Speaker 1: so I suggested meeting for brunch and a walk afterward.
Speaker 1: She agreed and gave me her address, asking me to
Speaker 1: pick her up at noon. When I arrived, I realized
Speaker 1: the address was for a sober care treatment center. Confused,
Speaker 1: I assumed she might have a client there. I messaged
Speaker 1: her that I was outside, and she came out looking
Speaker 1: nothing like her profile pictures. She was wearing a skirt
Speaker 1: so short I could see her underwear, high heels, and
Speaker 1: had visible hickeys on her neck. Still processing the situation,
Speaker 1: she got into my car and immediately asked, can I
Speaker 1: suck your diasterisk asterisk asterisk? Stunned, I replied no, I
Speaker 1: don't even know you. Things quickly escalated as she begged
Speaker 1: me for forty dollars, flashed me, and even pulled out
Speaker 1: a bag of used panties from her purse, trying to
Speaker 1: sell them to me. At that point I almost had
Speaker 1: to call the cops to get her out of my car.
Speaker 1: It was one of the most bizarre experiences of my life.
Speaker 1: Story twenty six I went to pick up a date
Speaker 1: and as soon as she opened the door, she asked
Speaker 1: me to take her dog out to poop while she
Speaker 1: took care of some things. Being a dog lover, I
Speaker 1: didn't mind and took the dog outside. A few minutes later,
Speaker 1: she came outside, jumped on my back, playfully kissed my cheek,
Speaker 1: and thanked me. This was all within five minutes of
Speaker 1: meeting her. After putting the dog back in her apartment,
Speaker 1: we went out for ice cream and started talking Things
Speaker 1: were going fine until she got a call from her landlord.
Speaker 1: Her mood shifted, and when I asked what was wrong,
Speaker 1: she told me her divorce had been finalized the week
Speaker 1: before and she was being forced to move to a
Speaker 1: new apartment across the parking lot. She started oversharing her
Speaker 1: entire life story, treating me like her therapist. Then she
Speaker 1: gave me a look, clearly expecting me to offer to
Speaker 1: help her move. I didn't take the bait. After finishing
Speaker 1: our ice cream, I dropped her off and left. Later
Speaker 1: that night, she messaged me, thanking me for the date,
Speaker 1: but again asking for help with her move. I told
Speaker 1: her I'd see what I could do and never talk
Speaker 1: to her again. Story twenty seven. I matched with a
Speaker 1: girl on Tinder who I recognized from a mutual friends Instagram.
Speaker 1: We chatted for a few days and decided to meet
Speaker 1: up after my shift at work. The plan was simple,
Speaker 1: smoke a joint and walk around. Things started off fine,
Speaker 1: but out of nowhere, she began throwing up. I patted
Speaker 1: her back and told her not to be embarrassed, but
Speaker 1: I was super confused. After she finished, she admitted she'd
Speaker 1: been drinking all day and was still semi wasted. When
Speaker 1: we met up, I called her an uber and walked
Speaker 1: her to the car. As she got in, she asked, so,
Speaker 1: are you coming. I politely declined and went home, feeling
Speaker 1: completely turned off. Later I called my best friend and
Speaker 1: told him about the whole weird experience. Bonus memory. I
Speaker 1: worked at a fast casual restaurant and noticed a girl
Speaker 1: I had previously matched with on Tinder eating there with
Speaker 1: a friend. We never met in person, so she didn't
Speaker 1: recognize me. While cleaning a table nearby, I overheard her
Speaker 1: telling her friend how she gave someone chlamydia. I've never
Speaker 1: felt more relieved about dodging a bullet in my life.
Speaker 1: Story twenty eight I matched with a girl who seemed
Speaker 1: super cute and fun. She was a psych major at
Speaker 1: a university near my house, so we planned to hang
Speaker 1: out and watch a movie. When her friend dropped her off,
Speaker 1: I went to meet her and noticed her friend had
Speaker 1: a look of pure horror. The girl, while matching her photos,
Speaker 1: had completely shaved her head. As we walked to my house,
Speaker 1: she kept randomly blurting out words like beef, taco, socks,
Speaker 1: and meow in the middle of our conversations. When I
Speaker 1: asked about her shaved head, she casually said I just
Speaker 1: felt like cutting it. At my house, she sat far
Speaker 1: away on the couch, oscillating between bursts of energy and
Speaker 1: complete silence. Suddenly she said, I'm gonna have a seizure.
Speaker 1: I need to go to the Taco hospital. Concerned, I
Speaker 1: offered to driver, but she laughed and said she'd call
Speaker 1: her friend. I walked her out. She said buy meow
Speaker 1: and left before I could block her. She blocked me. Curious,
Speaker 1: I later found her Instagram, which had ten followers, in
Speaker 1: a bio that read, all my friends call me Squiggly.
Speaker 1: To this day, I have no idea what happened. Story
Speaker 1: twenty nine. I met a girl named Sonia, and our
Speaker 1: date started with dinner near her house, followed by drinks
Speaker 1: and hanging out at her place.
Speaker 2: During the evening.
Speaker 1: She casually mentioned having a stalker, but I didn't think
Speaker 1: much of it. After drinking too much to drive, I
Speaker 1: stayed over on her couch, planning to grab breakfast with
Speaker 1: her the next morning. At around six am. As we
Speaker 1: were leaving, she mentioned that her stalker had texted her
Speaker 1: saying he'd be there in five minutes. It sounded odd
Speaker 1: to me, who announces themselves like that. As I got
Speaker 1: into my car, a mini van pulled up and blocked
Speaker 1: me in. The guy rolled down his window and yelled,
Speaker 1: but I said I loved you. Sonia apologized, explaining he
Speaker 1: was an ex she wasn't serious about. I tried to
Speaker 1: brush it off and drove away, taking a different route
Speaker 1: to avoid him, but he followed us. I pulled into
Speaker 1: a grocery store parking lot to see if I could
Speaker 1: lose him, but he matched my route exactly. At a
Speaker 1: red light, he pulled up next to us, yelling for
Speaker 1: Sonya to roll down her window. She refused. I made
Speaker 1: an illegal U turn, hoping to escape, but he copied
Speaker 1: my move. He started revving his engine and pretending to
Speaker 1: ram my car, slamming on the brakes just before hitting me.
Speaker 1: It was terrifying. I asked Sonya if he was dangerous
Speaker 1: or armed, but she didn't know. Sonya called the police
Speaker 1: and they advised us to drive to the station, which
Speaker 1: was nearby. The guy followed us the entire way, but
Speaker 1: drove off as we pulled into the station. After waiting
Speaker 1: at the station for a while, we decided to go
Speaker 1: to breakfast. I couldn't eat much because my nerves were shot,
Speaker 1: but Sonya paid, I reluctantly dropped her back home where
Speaker 1: the police were waiting. Needless to say, things didn't work
Speaker 1: out with Sonya. Story thirty. A few years ago, I
Speaker 1: matched with an older guy on Tinder. He was forty
Speaker 1: five and I was twenty five. We went for coffee
Speaker 1: and the conversation flowed naturally. He invited me back to
Speaker 1: his place to vape with his volcano and maybe fool around.
Speaker 1: He was hot, cool, and generous with his weed, so
Speaker 1: I agreed. After we hooked up, we were chilling on
Speaker 1: the couch when there was a knock at the door.
Speaker 1: He looked confused and got up to answer. Standing at
Speaker 1: the door was a cute guy around my age. They
Speaker 1: had a brief conversation I couldn't hear, and then the
Speaker 1: guy left. When my date came back, I raised an eyebrow.
Speaker 1: He casually told me it was his son's best friend,
Speaker 1: whom he'd been hooking up with since the friend was
Speaker 1: twenty one. He admitted he often had flings with younger guys,
Speaker 1: especially those seeking support or guidance. He wasn't creepy or
Speaker 1: predatory about it, though he genuinely seemed to care about
Speaker 1: helping people, especially though struggling with their s or dealing
Speaker 1: with difficult family situations. He was well off, worldly and
Speaker 1: one of the most generous lovers I'd ever met. We
Speaker 1: hung out a few more times before I moved out
Speaker 1: of state. A year and a half later, I visited
Speaker 1: and met him for coffee. He looked rough, like he'd
Speaker 1: aged significantly. That's when he told me he had a
Speaker 1: cute leukemia and didn't have much time left. Despite his
Speaker 1: physical decline, he spoke positively about his life, his amazing son,
Speaker 1: and the support system around him. He passed away shortly after,
Speaker 1: surrounded by friends and family. He was a beautiful, kind soul,
Speaker 1: and I'll always remember him fondly. Story thirty one. I
Speaker 1: matched with a girl on Bumble and our date started
Speaker 1: off well enough. We went back to replace and she
Speaker 1: told me I didn't have to wear a condom. Ignoring
Speaker 1: my inner voice screaming bad idea, I went along with it.
Speaker 1: Things got weird quickly. She was overly exaggerated, trying to
Speaker 1: act like a real life porn star. Her movements were
Speaker 1: so aggressive they actually hurt, and the loud, unrealistic moaning
Speaker 1: and shouting harder, just added to the awkwardness. I decided
Speaker 1: to power through and finish as quickly as possible. When
Speaker 1: I told her I was close, she yelled, come in
Speaker 1: me and get me pregnant daddy, and locked her legs
Speaker 1: around me. I panicked and tried to pull away, but
Speaker 1: it was too late. Shocked and angry, I demanded we
Speaker 1: go to CVS for a plan B. She argued, claiming
Speaker 1: it was her body and her decision. She even admitted
Speaker 1: she was using tender hookups as a cheap alternative to
Speaker 1: a sperm donor because she wanted a baby before turning thirty.
Speaker 1: I explained that this was not okay, and that consent
Speaker 1: works both ways. After hours of arguing, I finally convinced
Speaker 1: her to take the pill. She begrudgingly came with me
Speaker 1: to the pharmacy, but I left knowing I'd never use
Speaker 1: dating apps again.
Speaker 2: Story thirty two.
Speaker 1: The first guy I met on Tinder asked me to
Speaker 1: meet him at a bar in la As I walked
Speaker 1: to the bar, he called me to say I was
Speaker 1: a minute late and that he'd already left. Confused, I
Speaker 1: turned around, only for him to laugh and say, just kidding,
Speaker 1: I see you. I looked ahead and saw him standing
Speaker 1: outside the bar waving. He was wearing a tiedyed tank top,
Speaker 1: red basketball shorts, a Bubba Gump trucker hat, and bright
Speaker 1: red and blue Jordan's at a nice wine bar in
Speaker 1: Beverly Hills. As soon as we sat down, he asked
Speaker 1: me what I wanted to drink. I said anything but rose.
Speaker 1: When the waitress came, he immediately ordered me a rose.
Speaker 1: I let it slide, thinking maybe he misheard me. He
Speaker 1: told me he was a criminal defense attorney and asked
Speaker 1: if his friend could join us. Briefly, I didn't care,
Speaker 1: since I already planned to leave soon after paying the check,
Speaker 1: he suggested we head to Wolfgang Puck next door, where
Speaker 1: his friend would meet us. Once there, he revealed his
Speaker 1: friend was actually one of his clients, someone he openly
Speaker 1: admitted was guilty. I started feeling uneasy. When his friend arrived,
Speaker 1: he brought along a girl. While the guys went outside
Speaker 1: to smoke, the girl confided in me that she'd just
Speaker 1: had unprotected as with the guy in a car before
Speaker 1: they came in, and that he told her afterward that
Speaker 1: he had herpes. She asked me if being on birth
Speaker 1: control would prevent herpes. I explained that it wouldn't, and
Speaker 1: she looked horrified. When the guys returned, they started loudly
Speaker 1: harassing a nearby couple, an older man and a younger woman.
Speaker 1: The friend yelled how much do you think he paid
Speaker 1: for her? While my date laughed uncontrollably. The friend then
Speaker 1: tried to approach the couple directly, but the bartender intervened,
Speaker 1: telling him to back off. I'd had enough. I got
Speaker 1: up to leave, and as I walked out, my date muttered,
Speaker 1: that's what I figured, you'd just leave. I didn't look back.
Speaker 1: By the time I reached my car, I deleted Tinder.
Speaker 1: All of that chaos happened in the span of one hour.
Speaker 1: Story thirty three, Part one, The high school Reunion Disaster.
Speaker 1: I matched with a guy I knew from middle and
Speaker 1: high school. Normally, I'd never go straight to someone's house
Speaker 1: from a dating app, but since I already knew him,
Speaker 1: I figured it'd be fine. I drove thirty minutes to
Speaker 1: his place, fully aware of where the night was heading
Speaker 1: and okay with it. When I arrived, we started drinking
Speaker 1: and he kept encouraging me to take more shots, saying
Speaker 1: I needed to catch up. I thought it was weird,
Speaker 1: but I went along with it. We hooked up, and afterward,
Speaker 1: as I was laying in bed, he casually said you
Speaker 1: should probably go.
Speaker 2: I was shocked.
Speaker 1: I'd driven all this way, he got me drunk, and
Speaker 1: now he expected me to leave. I pointed out I
Speaker 1: couldn't safely drive home, but he said he just liked
Speaker 1: sleeping alone. We argued, and I offered to sleep on
Speaker 1: the couch instead. He refused. Sarcastically, I said, I guess
Speaker 1: I'll just sleep in my car. Then, to my disbelief,
Speaker 1: he thought that was a reasonable idea. So I spent
Speaker 1: hours in my car in forty degree rain until I
Speaker 1: sobered up enough to drive home. Part two. The sketchy
Speaker 1: bumble guy. The second disaster came courtesy of a bumble match.
Speaker 1: He only gave me his initials, never his full name,
Speaker 1: which was already a red flag. His messages were oddly written,
Speaker 1: no punctuation, and some backhanded comments, but I brushed it
Speaker 1: off as awkwardness. We met at a bar after my
Speaker 1: evening shift. Before I even arrived, he sent multiple texts
Speaker 1: asking where I was, even though I'd already told him
Speaker 1: I was looking for parking When I walked in. He
Speaker 1: immediately put his arm around me and tried to kiss me,
Speaker 1: completely invading my space. Over the course of the night,
Speaker 1: he kept assuring me unprompted that he wasn't a rapist.
Speaker 1: This happened three separate times. He also said that if
Speaker 1: I couldn't drive home, I could sleep in my car
Speaker 1: and he'd make sure my doors were locked to keep
Speaker 1: me safe. He kept ordering me drinks. I didn't want one,
Speaker 1: rum and coke he brought back himself. I pretended to
Speaker 1: sit before taking it to the bartender to switch for
Speaker 1: playing coke. Later, he brought me an AMF after I'd
Speaker 1: already told him I was done drinking. Thankfully, this one
Speaker 1: came straight from the bartender, so I took a few
Speaker 1: SIPs to be polite. We ended up playing pool with
Speaker 1: another guy and a girl, and while I was chatting
Speaker 1: with the girl, he missed a shot out of nowhere.
Speaker 1: He yelled, ef this this is bull's asterisk, gasterisk asterisk,
Speaker 1: and slammed his pool cue onto the table. He then
Speaker 1: stormed off to sulk in the corner for the rest
Speaker 1: of the night. I stayed and chatted with the girl
Speaker 1: for a bit longer before slipping out without saying goodbye.
Speaker 1: The next day, he messaged me, last night was fun.
Speaker 1: Before I could reply and tell him it absolutely wasn't.
Speaker 1: He unmatched me within twenty minutes. Story thirty five. We
Speaker 1: matched on a dating app, and he seemed interested right away,
Speaker 1: calling me cute and asking about my size. I told
Speaker 1: him my height and weight, and he replied with that's
Speaker 1: so hot. Things quickly took a turn. He asked who
Speaker 1: I lived with, and when I told him I lived alone,
Speaker 1: he said he had roommates and wanted to come over
Speaker 1: to my place. I told him I only meet people
Speaker 1: in public first, and made it clear I wasn't comfortable
Speaker 1: having strangers at my home. We continued texting for a week,
Speaker 1: and I suggested meeting at a coffee shop at noon
Speaker 1: on Friday. He kept pushing to meet at my apartment instead.
Speaker 1: I asked him to pick a coffee shop if my
Speaker 1: choice didn't work for him, but he kept joking about
Speaker 1: coming to my place. By Friday morning, I hadn't heard
Speaker 1: from him, realized I didn't want to meet him at all.
Speaker 1: Something felled off being openly trans on my profile. I'm
Speaker 1: aware people might target me for assault. His fixation on
Speaker 1: my size living situation and repeated insistence on meeting at
Speaker 1: my home set off alarms. Later, I saw a flurry
Speaker 1: of messages from him, claiming the app wasn't letting him
Speaker 1: text earlier and that he still wanted to meet, but
Speaker 1: again only at my apartment.
Speaker 2: That sealed it for me.
Speaker 1: I told him I wasn't interested anymore, blocked him, and
Speaker 1: deleted the app. Story thirty six This girl and I
Speaker 1: went on two dates, and the second was unforgettable in
Speaker 1: the most bizarre way possible. She revealed she identified as
Speaker 1: a four year old in some sort of age play role.
Speaker 1: While I tried to wrap my head around that, she
Speaker 1: also confessed she was still obsessed with her ex and
Speaker 1: claimed she had been raped many, many times, describing the
Speaker 1: details excessively. It felt too extreme to be true, but
Speaker 1: I didn't want to dismiss her claims outright. At some point,
Speaker 1: we ended up at a relative's house and I realized
Speaker 1: she was already very drunk despite only having a few drinks.
Speaker 1: That's when the Sweeney Todd saga began. She launched into
Speaker 1: an impassioned, drunken rant about how Sweeny Todd, the demon
Speaker 1: barber of Fleet Street, was the greatest play ever created.
Speaker 1: It was both captivating and surreal. The people around us,
Speaker 1: clearly familiar with her fixation, looked exhausted, like they had
Speaker 1: endured this performance countless times. I stayed sipping my drink
Speaker 1: as she continued her chaotic monologue, reciting the entire play
Speaker 1: from memory. She took on every character, slurred her words,
Speaker 1: stumbled around, and eventually stripped down to almost nothing by
Speaker 1: the time she finished. Despite the absurdity, I couldn't look away.
Speaker 1: It was like watching a train wreck, except the train
Speaker 1: was passionately drunkenly performing a Broadway show. The neighbors shouted,
Speaker 1: dogs barked, and I questioned whether I was dreaming. When
Speaker 1: she finished, I clapped and told her to take a bow.
Speaker 1: She toppled over mid bow, crawled toward me, and tried
Speaker 1: to initiate a s encounter. I laughed, carried her inside
Speaker 1: and put her on the couch without saying goodbye. I left,
Speaker 1: knowing she wouldn't remember any of it. Wherever you are, MICHAELA,
Speaker 1: I hope you found your daddy in some piece. You're
Speaker 1: one of the most eccentric people I've ever met. Blessed
Speaker 1: be the mad Ones story thirty seven, My first and
Speaker 1: only tender girlfriend turned out to be the meanest and
Speaker 1: most toxic person I've ever been with. We were together
Speaker 1: for three and a half years, and I just recently
Speaker 1: managed to end the relationship. Throughout those years, I endured physical, verbal,
Speaker 1: and emotional abuse. I suspect she might have had a
Speaker 1: personality disorder. Though she grew up in a terrible home
Speaker 1: environment which I tried to help her escape. I worked
Speaker 1: hard to support her, helping her with things she said
Speaker 1: she wanted to improve in her life. Despite my efforts,
Speaker 1: she constantly broke me down, to the point where I
Speaker 1: lost touch with who I was. She left two and
Speaker 1: a half weeks ago, packing up her things while I
Speaker 1: was at work. She lied about when she would leave,
Speaker 1: but in hindsight, I'm glad I didn't have to watch
Speaker 1: her go. It was like ripping off a band aid,
Speaker 1: painful but quick. Since then, I've been trying to heal,
Speaker 1: though it hasn't been easy. I blocked her on all
Speaker 1: social media and haven't heard from her since she supposedly
Speaker 1: moved back to Ohio. I didn't block her number in
Speaker 1: case something important comes up, but I'm hoping I'll never
Speaker 1: need to hear from her again. This relationship left me
Speaker 1: with what feels like PTSD. The healing process is rough,
Speaker 1: especially with the added difficulty of being stuck indoors twenty
Speaker 1: four sevens due to the pandemic. She was a nightmare.
Speaker 1: Truly sent by the devil story thirty eight. I started
Speaker 1: dating this girl who seemed like the perfect catch. Curly,
Speaker 1: blonde hair, into bodybuilding, and definitely my type. She was
Speaker 1: a senior and I was a junior in college. We
Speaker 1: had been going out to bars together and she mentioned
Speaker 1: she'd never thrown up from drinking. One night, we both
Speaker 1: got blackout.
Speaker 2: Drunk.
Speaker 1: We went back to my place and passed out in
Speaker 1: my bed. I vaguely remember waking up to the sound
Speaker 1: of liquid splattering. She wasn't in bed anymore, and I
Speaker 1: assumed she was puking in the trash bin. The next morning,
Speaker 1: we were both extremely hungover. When I asked if she
Speaker 1: had thrown up, she said no, which was odd. I
Speaker 1: assumed she just didn't remember. After she left, I checked
Speaker 1: the trash bin, but there was no puke. I searched
Speaker 1: my and found no trace of anything. Over the next week,
Speaker 1: a weird, terrible smell kept popping up in my room.
Speaker 1: It would come and go, and I couldn't figure out
Speaker 1: where it was coming from. I searched everywhere, but nothing
Speaker 1: turned up. A week later, I found the source. She
Speaker 1: had left a couple of number twos and some number
Speaker 1: one in one of my clothes drawers.
Speaker 2: A drawer I rarely used.
Speaker 1: The clothes were stained and ruined, and I had to
Speaker 1: disinfect the drawer with a hose and cleaning supplies. I
Speaker 1: thought it was bizarre, but also figured we could laugh
Speaker 1: it off. I texted her saying, Hey, I think you
Speaker 1: went at my clothes drawer that night. She replied, betf
Speaker 1: you're joking. I said, no, haha, you definitely did. I
Speaker 1: never heard from her again. Story thirty nine. I matched
Speaker 1: with a guy in a major city two three hours
Speaker 1: away while passing through. Despite the distance, we hit it
Speaker 1: off through texting. He was intelligent and charismatic. After a
Speaker 1: month of talking, we decided to meet and he planned
Speaker 1: a full day date, starting with coffee. At first, he
Speaker 1: seemed likable but slightly disinterested. He kept looking around the room,
Speaker 1: barely listening to my answers to his questions. Then he
Speaker 1: asked if I was religious or spiritual. As I started answering,
Speaker 1: He suddenly made intense eye contact, interrupted me and said,
Speaker 1: I'm sure there are some things you're not at liberty
Speaker 1: to talk about. I awkwardly laughed and continued, but he
Speaker 1: repeated the phrase verbatim. Confused, I asked, what do you
Speaker 1: mean by that? He then launched into a bizarre story
Speaker 1: about his awakening where his best friend's face melted off
Speaker 1: to reveal he was an alien lizard in disguise. He
Speaker 1: claimed this gave him the sight to identify other lizard people.
Speaker 1: Trying to steer the conversation away from this madness, I
Speaker 1: pointed to a TV showing a national tragedy and said,
Speaker 1: this is so terrible. He responded, yeah, it's crazy that
Speaker 1: three out of the four anchors are actually lizards and
Speaker 1: no one knows. At this point I assumed he was joking,
Speaker 1: so I sarcastically said, yeah, definitely the guy in the
Speaker 1: blue tie, right, big mistake.
Speaker 2: His face lit up and he exclaimed, you can tell.
Speaker 1: He then accused me of being an alien lizard and
Speaker 1: began yelling at me so intensely that he was spitting
Speaker 1: I left immediately. Story forty. This happened on Bumble and
Speaker 1: It's by far my worst experience. I had added a
Speaker 1: lot of guys on Snapchat from Bumble since I wasn't
Speaker 1: looking for anything serious. One day, a guy messaged me
Speaker 1: asking to hang out. I declined because I was with
Speaker 1: someone else, but he went off ranting about how girls
Speaker 1: play games and don't want real relationships.
Speaker 2: I ignored him and moved on.
Speaker 1: The Next day, I posted on my story asking if
Speaker 1: anyone wanted to go to the park. He messaged me again,
Speaker 1: but I'd forgotten who he was. We ended up meeting
Speaker 1: at the park and the date went surprisingly well. As
Speaker 1: it got late, I told him I had to leave
Speaker 1: for a school project. He insisted on taking me out
Speaker 1: to dinner. I declined, but he kept pressing until I
Speaker 1: gave in, figuring it was a free meal. After dinner,
Speaker 1: he followed me to campus, waited until I was done,
Speaker 1: and took me to Texas Roadhouse. During dinner, he unloaded
Speaker 1: a ton of baggage about his hostile divorce, military service
Speaker 1: in Iraq, and recovery from severe injury. His tone was bitter,
Speaker 1: especially when discussing his ex wife, which should have been
Speaker 1: a red flag. Mid dinner, another guy i'd previously gone
Speaker 1: on a date with stormed into the restaurant drunk, apologizing
Speaker 1: for not being good enough for me. After the chaos,
Speaker 1: my date and I left and talked in his car.
Speaker 1: We started dating, but things got dark. After six months,
Speaker 1: my grandfather passed away and I flew to California for
Speaker 1: the funeral. On the day of the funeral, I noticed
Speaker 1: he had blocked me on all social media. Through a friend,
Speaker 1: I discovered he was with another girl. We broke up,
Speaker 1: but the story didn't end there. When I got home,
Speaker 1: the police contacted me. He was a registered as offender
Speaker 1: who had raped his eleven year old niece and was
Speaker 1: under investigation for selling drugs to high schoolers. Story forty one.
Speaker 1: I matched with a girl on Tinder and we instantly connected.
Speaker 1: We skipped small talk and dove into meaningful conversations, eventually
Speaker 1: exchanging numbers and even talking dirty. She lived fifty miles away,
Speaker 1: so we agreed to meet halfway. I was excited. She
Speaker 1: was attractive, funny, and smart, and we had made our
Speaker 1: mutual interest clear. When we met, I made small talk
Speaker 1: out of nerves and asked where she was from. She
Speaker 1: said Deckerville, a small town I knew well because I
Speaker 1: had family there. I mentioned my family and asked if
Speaker 1: she knew them. Her face went pale. She then revealed
Speaker 1: that her grandfather's last name was the same as mine.
Speaker 1: After a few more questions, we realized we were related.
Speaker 1: We were horrified, knowing everything we'd said and done leading
Speaker 1: up to the date. We agreed never to tell our families.
Speaker 1: This experience taught me the importance of small talk. Story
Speaker 1: forty two. I matched with the girl on Tinder who
Speaker 1: will call Jen. She seemed nice, laughed at my humor,
Speaker 1: used proper grammar, and was straightforward about wanting to meet up.
Speaker 1: I suggested a wine bar, and she enthusiastically agreed. When
Speaker 1: we met, she was even more stunning in person. A
Speaker 1: reverse catfish. She radiated a confident, professional vibe, like someone
Speaker 1: still excited to conquer the world. But as soon as
Speaker 1: she saw me, her demeanors softened into a bright, genuine
Speaker 1: smile that gave me butterfly. We hugged, and her perfume
Speaker 1: was intoxicating. I had this fleeting daydream of us lounging
Speaker 1: in bed post intimacy, like a perfect Hollywood scene. Things
Speaker 1: were off to a promising start. We sat down, exchanged
Speaker 1: small talk, and ordered drinks. I went for a glass
Speaker 1: of red wine and Jen ordered a reasling. She seemed
Speaker 1: eager to dive into conversation, leaning forward with enthusiasm as
Speaker 1: we talked about work, the chaos of the MTA, and
Speaker 1: other casual topics. When it came time to order food,
Speaker 1: I chose a duck confit salad. That's when the mood shifted.
Speaker 1: Jen seemed to choke on her wine and stared at
Speaker 1: me with a mix of confusion and disdain. Then, out
Speaker 1: of nowhere, she exclaimed loudly a salad. Her voice carried
Speaker 1: across the restaurant, and even the server paused. I awkwardly replied,
Speaker 1: it's got duck in it, as though that would somehow
Speaker 1: redeem my choice. She looked horrified and said, do you
Speaker 1: know how that will make me look as I'm shoveling
Speaker 1: braised pork into my mouth? The server quickly disappeared, leaving
Speaker 1: me alone to navigate this disaster. Thinking I could diffuse
Speaker 1: the situation, I asked, is this a body image thing?
Speaker 1: As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
Speaker 1: Jen exploded, hurling expletives like asshole and f you, while
Speaker 1: accusing me of making her feel like a pig. I
Speaker 1: tried to apologize and offered to change my order, but
Speaker 1: it only made things worse. She interrupted with did you
Speaker 1: just say silly? I braced for her to throw her
Speaker 1: wine at me, but instead she grabbed her bag, gave
Speaker 1: me the finger, and stormed out, yelling f you. The
Speaker 1: entire restaurant fell silent, save for one guy trying not
Speaker 1: to laugh as his date hissed, oh mg, stop, that's
Speaker 1: not funny. Meanwhile, Jen kicked a chair on her way out,
Speaker 1: probably breaking her toe, and screamed again in pain. I
Speaker 1: sat there, stunned. The server came over cautiously, and I
Speaker 1: simply smiled and said, I'll stick with the duck confit salad.
Speaker 1: The salad was amazing, by the way. I enjoyed her
Speaker 1: reasoning as well, tipped the server generously, and left the restaurant,
Speaker 1: wondering if Jen had been serious or if she was
Speaker 1: messing with me. Either way, she unmatched me that night,
Speaker 1: and the whole ordeal ended there. Story forty three. I
Speaker 1: went on a date that started off normal enough, dinner
Speaker 1: at Carabas and a movie. I ordered seafood pasta and
Speaker 1: everything seemed fine until about five minutes before the movie ended.
Speaker 1: That's when I felt a sudden, intense rumble in my stomach.
Speaker 1: I barely made it to the restroom, where I looked
Speaker 1: at myself in the mirror panicked before projectile vomiting pasta
Speaker 1: chunks all over the mirror and sink. Gasping, I stumbled
Speaker 1: into a stall and continued throwing up everywhere. A mother
Speaker 1: and daughter walked in, and the moms horrified. Oh my God,
Speaker 1: made me realize just how bad it was. After trying
Speaker 1: to clean up as best I could, I left the
Speaker 1: restroom only to find my date waiting for me. He
Speaker 1: asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment
Speaker 1: to hang out. Thinking the worst was over, I said yes.
Speaker 1: When we got to his apartment, he warned me it
Speaker 1: might be messy. That was an understatement. His dog had
Speaker 1: broken three potted plants and dirt was scattered everywhere. We
Speaker 1: cleaned up, cuddled, and watched the office. Thought I was
Speaker 1: in the clear. I wasn't. The uneasy feeling returned, and
Speaker 1: I barely made it to the toilet before vomiting again.
Speaker 1: I cleaned up and went back out, but by then
Speaker 1: I was mortified. We went to sleep, but around five
Speaker 1: or six am We woke up to the sound of
Speaker 1: his dog wretching. As the dog threw up on the carpet.
Speaker 1: All I could think was YouTube bud. My date cleaned
Speaker 1: it up and we went back to bed. The next morning,
Speaker 1: we got a little frisky. Things were going well until
Speaker 1: he suddenly screamed alarmed. I stopped and asked if he
Speaker 1: was okay. He wasn't. He said, I think I broke
Speaker 1: my d We have to go to the er. I panicked,
Speaker 1: apologized profusely, and offered to stay with him. He said no,
Speaker 1: drop me off at home and went to the hospital.
Speaker 1: Later I found out that I had fractured his penis.
Speaker 1: It was purple and he couldn't touch it for a month.
Speaker 1: Despite everything, he was kind enough to text me and
Speaker 1: ask when he could see me again. Fast forward four
Speaker 1: years were still together. Story forty four. I've never been
Speaker 1: on a tender date, but as a bartender, I've witnessed
Speaker 1: plenty one regular A tiny, rude guy always brought his
Speaker 1: Tinder dates to my bar. He had a bad attitude
Speaker 1: and was aggressive toward the staff, which already set off
Speaker 1: red flags. His typical dates were average looking women, and
Speaker 1: his behavior depended on how things went. If he liked them,
Speaker 1: he'd aggressively make out with them in the bar's dark corners,
Speaker 1: super cringey. If he wasn't into them or thought they
Speaker 1: weren't interested, he'd sneak out and leave them with the tab.
Speaker 1: On several occasions, when a woman wasn't feeling it, he
Speaker 1: would get angry and verbally abusive toward her. It was
Speaker 1: so bad that we started warning women about him when
Speaker 1: they came in. One night, after a woman turned him
Speaker 1: down and left, he followed her onto the highway and
Speaker 1: began road raging. She called me in tears, asking for help.
Speaker 1: I told her to come back to the restaurant, where
Speaker 1: I had already called the police. She returned, crying and scared.
Speaker 1: He saw the police cars in the parking lot and
Speaker 1: drove off. A couple of weeks later, he tried to
Speaker 1: come back to the bar. I immediately confronted him, told
Speaker 1: him to leave, and warned his date that he was
Speaker 1: dangerous and she should stay inside until he was gone.
Speaker 1: He lost it, throwing a tantrum, and I had to
Speaker 1: physically remove him. Let's just say his head might have
Speaker 1: bounced off the front door on his way out. We
Speaker 1: haven't seen him since story forty five. I tried match
Speaker 1: dot com when I moved to a small tourist town
Speaker 1: during the off season and didn't know anyone. The dating
Speaker 1: pool was slim, but I eventually matched with a guy
Speaker 1: and went on a casual BBQ date. He was overly
Speaker 1: chivalrous to the point of awkwardness. He insisted on opening
Speaker 1: every single door for me, including the car door, and
Speaker 1: even carried my food. I appreciate a gentlemanly gesture, but
Speaker 1: this was over the top and felt performative. During dinner,
Speaker 1: he mentioned how much he hated women on match who
Speaker 1: weren't looking for a serious relationship. It was a big
Speaker 1: pet peeve of his. We ended up back at my place,
Speaker 1: started making out, and things escalated.
Speaker 2: Suddenly.
Speaker 1: He said the condom came off, Oh well, I trust you,
Speaker 1: and tried to continue without it. I had to stop him,
Speaker 1: which was a major red flag. Luckily, he respected my
Speaker 1: boundary and we called it a night. The next day
Speaker 1: we saw each other briefly, but I I realized we
Speaker 1: had no chemistry. He didn't appreciate my sarcastic humor, and
Speaker 1: we had little in common. By day three, he was
Speaker 1: already asking when I could meet his friends and family.
Speaker 1: I decided to end things kindly, explaining that we were
Speaker 1: looking for different things and I didn't want to waste
Speaker 1: his time.
Speaker 2: That's when he flipped.
Speaker 1: Captain Chivalry turned into a complete jerk, calling me a
Speaker 1: slut and accusing me of using him for a nine
Speaker 1: dollars plate of BBQ and a sweet tea. I blocked
Speaker 1: him and moved on. In hindsight, I consider myself lucky
Speaker 1: free BBQ, no baby, and no toxic relationship.
Speaker 2: Win win.
Speaker 1: When story forty six, it started on a Friday night.
Speaker 1: We were both out drinking and she wanted me to
Speaker 1: pick her up from a party and go back to
Speaker 1: my place. Things heated up quickly and we started having aces.
Speaker 1: Then I noticed some blood, like she was just starting
Speaker 1: her period. She acted like she didn't notice. I was
Speaker 1: already in the moment, so I figured why not. I finished,
Speaker 1: dropped her off at her dorm, and went about my life.
Speaker 1: A few days later, she called to tell me she
Speaker 1: had chlamydia. She had found out at the hospital while
Speaker 1: visiting with her parents, who thought she was still a virgin.
Speaker 1: At this point, my d was burning and I realized
Speaker 1: she had not only given me chlamydia, but also blood dea.
Speaker 1: She started texting me guilt tripping and blaming me, saying
Speaker 1: I was dirty and should have worn a condom. She
Speaker 1: even claimed she didn't really want to have S in
Speaker 1: the first place. Then it got worse. She told her
Speaker 1: parents she had been raped. Soon after, I got a
Speaker 1: call from a detective about an s assault investigation. I
Speaker 1: was terrified. I met with the detective, knowing my life
Speaker 1: could be over if the case moved forward. I kept
Speaker 1: thinking about the warnings from sixty grade set about never
Speaker 1: having drunks because it could come back to haunt you.
Speaker 2: That's exactly what this felt like.
Speaker 1: The case was eventually dropped a year later, but by
Speaker 1: then the stress and fear had taken their toll. I
Speaker 1: had fallen into drug addiction, overwhelmed by the storm cloud
Speaker 1: hanging over me. That experience messed me up deeply. I
Speaker 1: still can't fully trust people after what she put me through.
Speaker 1: Story forty seven. It was my first date after ending
Speaker 1: a five year relationship. The guy seemed enthusiastic, telling me,
Speaker 1: I got you. I'm going to plan a great date.
Speaker 1: I thought, perfect a planned date, This will be great.
Speaker 1: I dressed up, did my makeup and arrived feeling excited.
Speaker 1: When I got there, I called him and he told
Speaker 1: me to come up because he was finishing up at work.
Speaker 2: Odd but okay.
Speaker 1: I went upstairs and he gave me a tour of
Speaker 1: his startup office while bragging about how much money he made.
Speaker 2: Red Flag won.
Speaker 1: We went down to his car and I noticed he
Speaker 1: was parked in a handicap spot. I asked about it,
Speaker 1: and he replied, yeah, my bro got it for me.
Speaker 1: It's dope. I can park anywhere. Red Flag two and
Speaker 1: I seriously considered leaving. As we drove, he asked, so,
Speaker 1: what do you want to do. Confused, I said, I
Speaker 1: thought you were planning this. He brushed it off with
Speaker 1: a passive comment and then suggested we get a bottle
Speaker 1: of whiskey and sit on a bridge. I declined, saying
Speaker 1: I preferred a sober driver, and suggested a board game
Speaker 1: cafe instead. At the cafe, he began nagging me relentlessly,
Speaker 1: calling me dumb and saying I had a little brain.
Speaker 1: I reached my limit, got up and said I had
Speaker 1: to leave. When I got home, he sent me a
Speaker 1: message saying felt like we had a great connection.
Speaker 2: Can't wait to see you again,